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Wikipedia Poem, No. 901

about that reference he retractedpresumably he lives in the paintafter 15 seconds:samuel leo i got hard interred rectangles beneath the living? where anime women stare at polygons beneath the two thousand and seven ps3 video game appeared to say: i got hard as a hip hop thang seamless lo-fi hip-hop thang about this name: samuel leos i got hard in the video game appeared to say: i go hard interred rectangle beneath where them servers at?after all those rectangular references—the phrase’s in play: just hollerdonations come from a moderator named: samuel leos messages is he? where anime women stand in the diagonal rain and cry

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 840

jumping about;
jumping
in and down, jumping in and down, jumping in
the air.iffly at the air.r flailing about;
jumpinning in any direction, jumping
in and down,
jumping straight up and
down, jumping
stiffly at the air.s
straight up and down, jumping the air.ng the air. ther or kicking their togethe air.ng
their togethe air.r kicking in and
down,
jumpinning about;
holding in and down, jumping their
arms
stiffly at the air.ing
in and down, jumping stiffly at them about;
jumping in and down, jumping thrashing their sping their sides or sping them;
keepg their sping in and down,
jumping in
and down, jumping about;
jumping about;
jumpinning stiffly at their togetheir arms
stiffly at their sping them about;
jumping them about;
jumping their torsos rigid
or flailing straight up and down, jumping them about;
jumpinning in and down, jumpinning about;
jumping about;
holding their togetheir together or flailing
the air.ing in
and down, jumping in their legs togethe air.up any direction, jumping the air.m about;
holding their legs togethe air.their legs torsos rigid or spinning their legs togethe air.ping in and down, jumping
about;
jumping straight up and
down, jumping in the air.eir legs torsos rigid or kicking them about;
holding
about;
jumping
about;
holding about;
jumping in and down, jumping
in and down, jumping in and
down, jumping their legs togetheir sides or sides or sping in and down,
jumping
about;
holding about;
jumping in and down, jumping them;
keepinning their torsos rigid or torsos rigid or
sping them;
keeping them;
keeping
the air.ng their arms stiffly at them about;
holding ther
or torsos rigid or torsos rigid or togethem about;
holding ther or
torsos rigid or flailing straight
up
and down, jumping
the air.up
and down, jumping in their arms stiffly at their torsos rigid or
kicking them;
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the air.igid or
sping about;
holding ther or togethe air.rection, jumping them about;
jumping their togethem about;
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about;
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down, jumping
in and down, or torsos rigid or them;
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air.hing their arms straight up and down, jumping in and down, jumping them about;
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in and down, jumping them;
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 835

this is father i am inbetween this is my name is my name is father i am inbetween this is father i am inbetween this is father i am inbetween this is my name is father i am inbetween this is father i am inbetween this is father i am inbetween this is father i am inbetween this is father i am inbetween this is my name is father i am inbetween this is father i am inbetween this is my name is father i am inbetween this is father i am inbetween this is my story because i tell it and you listen or do not:cause i tell it and you listen or do not:ere to follow their

it is folly to connected as the next connect the transience of use? permanence of use? deer / it is the landscape my mouth free of the permanence of use? proximity is they maybe in proximity is the transience of the landscape my mouth free of use? mention deer / it is the landscape my mouth free of use? tense of the next connected as the landscape my mouth free of one noun with the permanence of the landscape my mouth free of one noun with the transience of use transience of one noun with the next connect the permanence of use? in proximity is folly to connect

circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle circle square all square — if they do not seek balance they do not abstraction of not seek balance they do not abstraction of not abstraction of not seek balance the upstairs monster imposes it for they do not seek balance the upstairs monster imposes it for they do not abstraction of not abstraction of not abstraction of not abstraction of not abstraction of not abstraction of juvenilia of knots

A great podcast was released sometime: William J. Harris, Tyrone Williams, and Aldon Nielsen join Al Filreis (always generous) to discuss Baraka’s “Something in the Way of Things.”

I’m delighted Filreis chose to play the version of the poem from the Roots’ 2002 album “Phrenology”. The album—I bought it from the Staten Island Mall on day one—was essential in showing this young introverted weirdo that his suspicions about people being easily defined was specious—contrary to everything my small island peers had suggested. Punk. Rap. Poetry. R&B. Soul. Sound collage. Techno. Profoundly compelling instrumentation. Music as preparation. As runway.

After I listened to it, I was sent back to my bookshelves to hunt down a collection of Baraka’s work from 2014—the year he died—SOS. The hardcover version of the work collects some of the poet’s final poems. That’s how I’ll be spending my night.

I had to share it with all of you in hopes you might share it as well. Be well.

Pat your foot
and turn
the corner. Nat Turner, dying wood
of the church. Our lot
is vacant. Bring the twisted myth
of speech. The boards brown and falling
away. The metal bannisters cheap
and rattly. Clean new Sundays. We thought
it possible to enter
the way of the strongest.
But it is rite that the world's ills
erupt as our own. Right that we take
our own specific look into the shapely
blood of the heart.
Looking thru trees
the wicker statues blowing softly against
the dusk.
Looking thru dusk
thru dark-
ness. A clearing of stars
and half-soft mud.
The possibilities of music. First
that it does exist. And that we do,
in that scripture of rhythms. The earth,
I mean soil, as melody. The fit you need,
the throes. To pick it up and cut
away what does not singularly express.
Need.
Motive.
The delay of language.
A strength to be handled by giants.
The possibilities of statement. I am saying, now,
what my father could not remember
to say. What my grandfather
was killed
for believing.
Pay me off, savages.
Build me an equitable human assertion.
One that looks like a jungle, or one that looks like the cities
of the West. But I provide the stock. The beasts
and myths.
The City's Rise!
(And what is history, then? An old deaf lady)
burned to death
in South Carolina.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 812

“If the cosmics didn’t lead me, I would be in some lounge making two or three hundred dollars a week, playing tunes.” Malachi Favors

i will tell you again
poems youth against beauty
like a rare monster swinging at frip cotillion
strangled and carved-out facepaint
remain the age you are young
never leave the burning barn
that was your ward: green bottles strangle southside
the monster’s fine gold drum hair
i told you it’s a monster that deserves
to live unmolested of designer label

again i will tell you
poems beauty against youth
like endimanché bashes the thin rocky air
melts flashbang-marsh rags rashborn ensemble
pearlescent veyron white of el niño breathsnape
menthol siphonophore spiked colonial red band
blue for the family bucket the barn was born
scrape that chicago polyriddim outta my helmet
it’s a monster that deserves to live
unmolested of designer label i told you this

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 809

your smutgrass will not grow here
i am the realizer the realizer i am
supple cast into tinderbale summer air
shitting and reading bomb hiss
page turner
astrologic tortoise
barren mango seed
these hands
wad of pedagogic khat
delicious trap cannot conceive
cradled by radioactive fog i am the secular seed
seed of balamb garden
controls the freckled and pale realizer
balamb garden i implore you
control the start of yr anti-capitalist pale
i'm in favor of yr anti-capitalist pale
you are the only one willing to abuse yr body
and i'm so here for that